Chapter 8: Cold Blood

  Xiao Feng repeatedly warned himself that he must leave... just like taking a leisurely stroll in his own backyard.

  But in fact, he really can't be calm.

  Throughout the entire prison, from a distance, you could hear the sound of people swallowing their saliva.

  Not even a whistle was heard, because the vast majority of the criminals were so... 'dazzled' by Xiao Feng's kind that they stared blankly with their eyes wide open, unable to make a sound.

  Xiao Feng is really unlucky... 'thin' eyebrows and big eyes.

  His eyelashes are so long that they almost rival those of his own sister, and for this, Can Yue often sneaks up on him and plucks out his eyelashes while he's sleeping, purely out of jealousy.

  Very thin.

  The whole body doesn't have too much muscle, and the waistline is only 1.8 meters, but it still needs to be paired with a very round and tall one below.

  It is rare for men to have curves in full text.

  Even her fingers were slender, and the joints of her fingers on the back of her hand were so white and tender that they couldn't see any wrinkles.

  A handsome face, like a simple sketch, uses the simplest lines to outline the most perfect curve, looking like it's just the second male lead from a girl's comic book.

  The hair quality is even more fluffy and soft, emitting a fascinating luster.

  It's a guy who is even more beautiful than a woman, and yet such a weakling, has ended up in this prison.

  Everyone thinks... this is simply here to give out benefits!

  At the end of the corridor is a bathroom.

  Dawn needs to undergo a final examination, wash cleanly, apply talcum powder, and change into 'new clothes' before entering the prison cell.

  He walked into the bathroom and began undressing with a carefree attitude.

  The prison guard behind him couldn't take it anymore, his face slightly red.

  Sorry to see, but can't help...can't stop watching.

  Heart racing rapidly, eyes wide open, staring at that tender shoulder with a hint of luster... even his own wife didn't have such good skin.

  It's just that I don't know... what kind of feeling it would be like to touch it.

  The prison guard hastily shook his head, this idea... is very dangerous, no, no, can't be brainwashed by this 'demon'!

  "Damn it, what a freak!"

  As the sound of gurgling water rose, the prison guard found... that his eyes couldn't move away, and out of the corner of his eye... he discovered that it had become much more lively here, with many guards walking over to stare at Xiaofeng's background in a daze.

  Even... there was a guy who secretly took out his mobile phone from his pants, just about to take a photo, when someone next to him slapped his hand.

  Just then he became alert and put it away.

  The prison guard who came in with the dawn wind smiled and seemed to have won a victory, 'looked down' at the prison guard next to him, then walked over, now... it's time for a body search.

  Checking this kind of work is a pretty disgusting thing for them, after all... it's indeed a pretty disgusting thing.

  But today is different, today... it's so spring-like!

  His hand trembled slightly as he reached out to touch it.

  It's as if I've gone back to the old days, like the first time with my own wife, still so innocent and excited that I almost fainted.

  The people behind finally have a reason to be jealous and resentful.

  "Loudly shouted: "No need to check! He is the elder brother of Guo Can Yue in the bureau, and he will definitely not have any problems. Moreover, the superiors have already sent down instructions to take good care of him."

  The prison guards who examined his body would have liked to turn around and bite him to death!

  But also fortunate, I did not go down a path of no return...

  After wiping her body dry and putting on her clothes, Xiao Feng looked radiant with a warm glow, the exposed skin looking even more tender, like a freshly steamed bun.

  Although it didn't smell, everyone thought it was fragrant.

  The prison guard led him to his cell, and couldn't help but say along the way: "Hmph... I now understand why you had a single-person cell as soon as you arrived. If we were to throw you into a four-person or eight-person cell, it's likely that... heh heh, you wouldn't be able to sleep at all."

  Dawn wind can only report with awkward smile full text.

  What can he say?

  Two years? If you don't resist, I'm afraid you won't need to take a bath every day, and several layers of skin will be kissed off.

  Xiao Feng's room is very clean, with a bed and an indoor bathroom, and even... a shower.

  This is the 'superior' single room that appeared after the abolition of the labor reform policy.

  In a sense, this is a kind of 'maturity' for a country.

  Immature people would think that prisoners in prison are resources, labor resources, which can be filled into social construction at a very low cost.

  But in fact, they are not resources, but a tumor that has broken through the 'free economy'.

  Not an exaggeration.

  It's not just them, their entry will snatch the rice bowls of ordinary workers, especially manual laborers and rural agricultural personnel.

  But it's... an exception.

  Extremely cheap and extremely efficient, this is the "enthusiasm" of labor reform personnel, after all, they have a supervisor holding real guns and live ammunition.

  Those who get them will have lower production costs and can naturally sell things cheaper, especially houses.

  This is a factor that will cause market volatility.

  Maturity... what is true maturity?

  It's just that people with foresight see some resources, but they don't use them right away. Instead, they consider the consequences and whether the impact will be greater than the benefits.

  A loud crash of all texts.

  The iron gate was closed.

  The prisoners around were already resentful, wondering why Xiao Feng could stay in a single room, which was obviously the place everyone yearned for but couldn't get into.

  He is new here, why can he?

  On the surface it's a matter of treatment, but in reality... it's because they can't get grapes.

  Two hours later, the prison guard walked over again and asked: "Uh...do you want me to bring your dinner over?"

  Xiao Feng smiled lightly and said, "No need, I'll go eat in the cafeteria."

  The warden said with embarrassment: "Officer Guo asked me to take care of you, but if you just leave like this, I really... don't know if I can do it."

  The other party spoke ambiguously, but Xiaofeng naturally knew what he meant.

  Hehe, smiled and said: "It's okay, I can't just stay in this room for the next two years, besides... even if that's the case, I need a very good reason.

  Cafeteria, like all cafeterias, neat tables, long benches, people lined up in front of the counter, each holding a tray and moving slowly forward, without any expectation.

  The arrival of Xiao Feng suddenly made the entire cafeteria lively.

  Everyone was discussing it, but no one dared to speak loudly, because this place did not allow too much noise.

  As for fighting? Provoking? That's absolutely impossible.

  Order, and nothing else, is maintained in this manner, almost with madness.

  Just as Xiaofeng thought, the prison guard's worries were all unnecessary.

  Lined up and had a full meal.

  The gentle breeze blew against the lunch lady, who smiled very warmly.

  The old lady sighed and muttered: "What a poor child"

  She put an extra spoonful into Xiaofeng's bowl.

  Potatoes stewed with Chinese cabbage, the color is very pretty, very refreshing, the taste... even more refreshing.

  Two slightly yellowish steamed buns, probably over-proofed, but after all, purely alkaline steamed buns are also a rare thing.

  Xiao Feng found a seat and sat down, tore off a piece of steamed bun, dipped it in the soup, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

  He enjoyed this feeling.

  A prisoner next to him leaned over, seeing Xiao Feng didn't notice him, he leaned in closer.

  He bowed his head and whispered in his ear: "Third Master wants to talk to you..."

  Xiao Feng was taken aback and asked in confusion: "Third Master? What Third Master?"

  The prisoner pointed in one direction.

  The dawn wind blew in his direction and he saw a big-headed, round-waisted fat man sitting not far away, staring at him with fiery eyes.

  On his arm was also a tattoo of a blue dragon, very...very abstract.

  The tattoo craftsmanship is apparently not very good.

  As the dawn wind blew over, San Ye still shook his chest muscles a bit, swaying back and forth, the only shortcoming... was that his belly was a perfect circle, just like being seven months pregnant.

  Xiao Feng smiled and stood up, then walked towards San Ye.

  San Ye got excited, first looking at a guard standing on the edge of the cafeteria, then kicking away the person next to him with one foot, wiping his hands on the stool twice, waiting for Xiao Feng to pass by and take a good look.

  It's just like running into a celebrity at a nightclub.

  Xiao Feng didn't sit down, but stood behind him, smiling and asked: "Are you San Ye?"

  Third Master laughed and nodded his head, pointing at Xiaofeng and saying: "Hmmm, you're quite right!"

  Xiao Feng continued to smile and said seriously, "Alright, Third Master, I think... there might be some misunderstanding between us. As for me, I believe all misunderstandings can be resolved through communication, so I came here. And I also want to ask you first, what do you plan to do with me?"

  The three old men smiled with curved eyebrows, drooling and said: "Hmm, not bad, the voice is so good! What do I want to do to you? Hehehe, first time... it will hurt a bit, but don't worry, I'll take good care of you! As long as you follow me, no one in this prison will dare to touch you again, understand?"

  Xiao Feng shook his head and said, "I don't quite understand."

  Third Master said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. Now you don't understand, but one day you will. However, the process of understanding is a bit painful. Since you've come this far yourself... I'll wait for you at the corner of the wall during recess!"

  Xiao Feng furrowed his brow and curiously asked: "The process... was it very painful? What exactly is it?"

  Third Master's smile gradually disappeared, saying: "Every place has its own rules, and this place naturally has its own rules. Newcomers need to be beaten once, everyone gets three punches and two kicks, can't hold on? No problem, you can shout out loud, and then every day's food will automatically set aside some, the comfort goods sent by family members will also be contributed, like you... Hehehe, these are not needed, just lie down honestly!"

  Suddenly enlightened, he let out a sound of comprehension and asked: "What if it's really like that?"

  Third Master said: "Are you sure? Haha, the Taoist on the road is a tough guy. After receiving these 300 killing rods, he has become a soft-shelled shrimp. I advise you not to do it. Your small body will cause trouble and lead to loss of life, which is not good for those prison guards either."

  Xiao Feng nodded and sighed, saying: "This rule... really hasn't changed in thousands of years, but I don't know if Third Master made it through when he came in."

  Third Master was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing and said: "What's with the 'please'? No need, this is the rule I set, you see how awesome Third Master is? You follow me and even if we're in this place, you can still eat... all the words!"

  Just said one word "eat".

  Third Master couldn't say the following words anymore.

  Because something was stuffed into the mouth of the speaker.

  And... it's still the sturdiest table.

  The whole mouth came into close contact with the edge of the table, half of the teeth fell out, the mouth was torn open, and the entire chin got stuck on the table. For a while, it couldn't be pulled down!

  And it was all caused by a small hand that looked delicate.

  One hand slapped his temple, and the other hand knocked on his back heart.

  There is a "big tendon" there. The strength of the neck comes from there. If it's hit, the neck will lose its strength.

  The temple was heavily hit, and it was even more dizzy.

  The hand was slapped directly onto the table, splashing blood everywhere.

  As for the owner of the small hand... it was naturally Xiaofeng.

  He pulled the bald head up with both hands again, and then "bang" once more, colliding with the corner of the table.

  Throughout the entire process, he didn't even bat an eyelid or change his breathing pattern.

  It's as if putting a mouthful of rice into one's own mouth, easy and effortless like eating and drinking.

  It's a fight!

  The prison guard suddenly pulled out his baton and quickly ran over, dispersing the crowd, surrounding Xiaofeng and San Ye in the middle, just about to subdue Xiaofeng.

  Xiao Feng shook his head, stood up straight, adjusted his collar, and smiled at the prison guards.

  "And said: 'Everyone calm down, don't be impulsive, let me take a look first'"

  Nobody knew what he was looking at, or... they all thought that the words "calm" and "impulsive" shouldn't come out of his mouth.

  Xiao Feng tilted his head, stretched out his finger, and pressed it against San Ye's neck for a while. He nodded and said, "En, not bad, he hasn't died yet. With half a month of rest, he'll be fine. However, he might never be able to eat peanuts again in this lifetime... No big deal, we don't serve them here anyway, do we? Hehe..." As he spoke, he walked along the corridor between the prison cells.

  Xiao Feng repeatedly warned himself that he must leave... just like taking a leisurely stroll in his own backyard.

  But in fact, he really can't be calm.

  Throughout the entire prison, from a distance, you could hear the sound of people swallowing their saliva.

  Not even a whistle was heard, because the vast majority of the criminals were so... 'dazzled' by Xiao Feng's kind that they stared blankly with their eyes wide open, unable to make a sound.

  Xiao Feng is really unlucky... 'thin' eyebrows and big eyes.

  His eyelashes were so long that they almost rivaled those of his own sister, and for this, Can Yue would often sneak up on him when he was sleeping and pluck out his eyelashes, purely out of jealousy.

  Very thin.

  The whole body doesn't have too much muscle, and the waistline is only 1.8 meters, but it still needs to be paired with a very round and tall one below.

  It is rare for men to have curves.

  Even her fingers were slender, and the joints of her fingers on the back of her hand were so white and tender that they couldn't see any wrinkles.

  A handsome face, like a simple sketch, uses the simplest lines to outline the most perfect curve, looking like it's just the second male lead from a girl's comic book.

  The hair quality is even more fluffy and soft, emitting a fascinating luster.

  It's a guy who is even more beautiful than a woman, and yet such a weakling has ended up in this prison.

  Everyone thinks... this is simply here to give out benefits!

  At the end of the corridor is a bathroom.

  Dawn needs to undergo a final examination, wash cleanly, apply talcum powder, and change into 'new clothes' before entering the prison cell.

  He walked into the bathroom and began undressing with a carefree attitude.

  The prison guard behind him couldn't take it anymore, his face slightly red.

  Sorry to see, but can't help...can't stop watching.

  Heart racing, eyes wide open, staring at that tender shoulder with a hint of luster... even his own wife didn't have such good skin.

  It's just that I don't know... what kind of feeling it would be like to touch it.

  The prison guard hastily shook his head, this idea... is very dangerous, no, no, can't be brainwashed by this 'demon'!

  "Damn it, what a demon!"

  As the sound of rushing water rose, the prison guard found... that his eyes couldn't move away, and his peripheral vision... discovered that it had become much more lively here, with many guards walking over to stare at Xiaofeng's background in a daze.

  Even... there was a guy who secretly took out his mobile phone from his pants, just about to take a photo, when someone next to him slapped his hand.

  Just then he became alert and put it away.

  The prison guard who came in with the morning breeze smiled and seemed to have won a victory, 'looked down' at the prison guard next to him, then walked over, now... it's time for a body search.

  Checking this kind of thing is a pretty disgusting job for them, after all... it's really a pretty disgusting thing.

  But today is different, today... it's so spring-like!

  His hand trembled slightly as he reached out to touch it.

  It's as if I've returned to the old days, like the first time with my own wife, still so innocent and excited that I almost fainted.

  The people behind finally have a reason to be jealous and resentful.

  "Loudly shouted: "No need to check! He is the elder brother of Guo Can Yue in the bureau, definitely nothing will happen, and the top has already issued a statement, asking us to take care of him more."

  The prison guards who examined his body would have liked to turn around and bite him to death!

  But also fortunate, I did not go down a path of no return...

  After wiping her body dry and putting on her clothes, Xiao Feng looked radiant with a warm glow, the exposed skin looking even more tender, like a freshly steamed bun.

  Although it didn't smell, everyone thought the whole text was fragrant.

  The prison guard led him to his cell, and couldn't help but say along the way: "Hmph... I now understand why you had a single-person cell as soon as you arrived. If we were to throw you into a four-person or eight-person cell, it's likely that... heh heh, you wouldn't be able to sleep at all."

  All Xiao Feng could respond with was an awkward smile.

  What can he say?

  Two years? If you don't resist, I'm afraid you won't need to take a bath every day, and several layers of skin will be kissed off.

  Xiao Feng's room is very clean, with a bed and an indoor bathroom, even...with a shower.

  This is the 'superior' single room that appeared after the abolition of the labor reform policy.

  In a sense, this is a kind of 'maturity' for a country.

  Immature people would think that prisoners in prison are resources, labor resources, which can be filled into social construction at a very low cost.

  But in fact, they are not resources, but a tumor that has broken through the 'free economy'.

  Not an exaggeration.

  It's not just them, their entry will snatch the rice bowls of ordinary workers, especially manual laborers and rural agricultural personnel.

  But... an exception.

  Extremely cheap and extremely efficient, this is the "enthusiasm" of labor reform personnel, after all, they have a supervisor holding real guns and live ammunition.

  Those who get them will have lower production costs and can naturally sell things cheaper, especially houses.

  This is a factor that will cause market volatility.

  Maturity... what is true maturity?

  It's just that people with foresight see some resources but don't use them right away, instead considering the consequences they may bring and whether they will have a greater impact than benefits.

  Splash!

  The iron gate was closed.

  The prisoners around were already resentful, wondering why Xiao Feng could stay in a single room, which was clearly a place that everyone yearned for but couldn't get into.

  He is new here, why can he?

  On the surface it's a matter of treatment, but in reality... it's because they can't get grapes.

  Two hours later, the prison guard walked over again and asked: "Uh...do you want me to bring your dinner over?"

  Xiao Feng smiled lightly and said: "No need, I'll go eat in the cafeteria"

  The warden said with embarrassment: "Officer Guo asked me to take care of you, but if you leave like this, I really... don't know if I can do it."

  The other party spoke ambiguously, but Xiaofeng naturally knew what he meant.

  Hehe smiled and said: "It's okay, I can't just stay in this room for the next two years, besides... even if that's the case, I need a very good reason.

  Cafeteria, like all cafeterias, neat tables, long benches, people lined up in front of the counter, each holding a tray and moving slowly forward, without any expectation.

  The arrival of Xiao Feng suddenly made the entire cafeteria lively.

  Everyone was discussing it, but no one dared to speak loudly, because this place did not allow too much noise.

  As for fighting? Provoking? That is absolutely impossible.

  Order, and only order, is maintained with a near-frenzied persistence.

  Just as Xiaofeng thought, the prison guard's worries were all unnecessary.

  Lined up and had lunch.

  The gentle breeze blew against the lunch lady, who smiled very warmly.

  The old lady sighed and muttered: "What a poor child"

  She put an extra spoonful into Xiaofeng's bowl.

  Potatoes stewed with Chinese cabbage, the color is very pretty, very refreshing, the taste... even more refreshing.

  Two slightly yellowish steamed buns, probably over-proofed, but after all, purely alkaline steamed buns are also a rare thing.

  Xiao Feng found a seat and sat down, tore off a piece of steamed bun, dipped it in the soup, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

  He enjoyed this feeling.

  A prisoner next to him leaned over, seeing Xiao Feng didn't notice him, he leaned in closer.

  He bowed his head and whispered in his ear: "Third Master wants to talk to you..."

  Xiao Feng was taken aback and asked in confusion: "Third Master? What Third Master?"

  The prisoner pointed in one direction.

  The dawn wind blew in the direction and saw a big-headed, round-waisted fat man sitting not far away, staring at him with fiery eyes.

  On his arm was also a tattoo of a blue dragon, very...very abstract.

  The tattoo craftsmanship is apparently not very good.

  As the dawn wind blew over, San Ye still shook his chest muscles a bit, swaying back and forth, the only shortcoming... was that his belly was a perfect circle, just like being seven months pregnant.

  Xiao Feng smiled and stood up, then walked towards San Ye.

  San Ye got excited, first looking at a guard standing on the edge of the cafeteria, then kicking away the person next to him with one foot, wiping his hands on the stool twice, waiting for Xiao Feng to pass by.

  It's just like running into a celebrity at a nightclub.

  Xiao Feng didn't sit down, but stood behind him, smiling and asked: "Are you San Ye?"

  Third Master laughed and nodded his head, pointing at Xiaofeng and saying: "Hmmm, you're quite good!"

  Xiao Feng continued to smile and said seriously, "Alright, Third Master, I think... there might be some misunderstanding between us. As for me, I believe all misunderstandings can be resolved through communication, so I came here. And I also want to ask you first, what do you plan to do with me?"

  The three old men smiled with curved eyebrows, drooling and said: "Hmm, not bad, the voice is so good! What do I want to do to you? Hehehe, first time... it will hurt a bit, but don't worry, I'll take good care of you! As long as you follow me, no one in this prison will dare to touch you again, understand?"

  Xiao Feng shook his head and said, "I don't quite understand."

  Third Master said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. Now you don't understand, but one day you will. However, the process of understanding is a bit painful. Since you've come this far yourself... I'll wait for you at the corner of the wall during recess!"

  Xiao Feng furrowed his brow and curiously asked: "The process... was it very painful? What exactly is it?"

  Third Master's smile gradually disappeared, saying: "Every place has its own rules, and this place naturally has its own rules. Newcomers need to be beaten once, everyone gets three punches and two kicks, can't hold on? No problem, you can shout out loud, and then every day's food will automatically set aside some, the comfort goods sent by family members will also be contributed, like you... Hehehe, these are not needed, just lie down honestly and it's all done!"

  Suddenly enlightened, he let out a sound of comprehension and asked: "What if it's really like that?"

  Third Master said: "Are you sure? Haha, the road is hard for tough guys. After receiving these 300 ruthless blows, even a tough guy would become a soft-shelled shrimp. I advise you not to do it, your small body won't be able to handle it, and if someone gets killed, it will be difficult to explain to the prison guards."

  Xiao Feng nodded and sighed, saying: "This rule... really hasn't changed in thousands of years, but I don't know if Third Master made it through when he came in."

  Third Master was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing and said: "What's with the 'please'? No need, this is the rule I set, you see how awesome Third Master is? You follow me and even if we're here, you can eat... Pfft!"

  Just said one word "eat".

  Third Master couldn't say the following words anymore.

  Because something was stuffed into the mouth that was about to speak.

  And... it's still the sturdiest table.

  The whole mouth came into close contact with the edge of the table, half of the teeth fell out, the mouth was torn open, and the entire chin got stuck on the table. For a while, it couldn't be pulled down!

  And it was all caused by a small hand that looked delicate.

  One hand slapped his temple, and the other hand tapped him on the back of the heart.

  There is a "big tendon" there. The strength of the neck comes from there. If it's hit, the neck will lose its strength.

  The temple was heavily hit, and it was even more dizzy.

  The pen was slapped directly onto the table, splashing blood everywhere.

  As for the owner of the small hand... it was naturally Xiaofeng.

  He pulled the bald head up with both hands again, and then "bang" once more, colliding with the corner of the table.

  Throughout the entire process, he didn't even bat an eyelid or change his breathing once.

  It's as if putting a mouthful of rice into one's own mouth, easy and effortless like eating and drinking.

  It's a fight!

  The prison guard suddenly pulled out his baton and quickly ran over, dispersing the crowd, surrounding Xiaofeng and San Ye in the middle, just about to subdue Xiaofeng.

  Xiao Feng shook his head, stood up straight, adjusted his collar, and smiled at the prison guards.

  "And said: 'Everyone calm down, must be calm, don't be impulsive, let me take a look first'"

  Nobody knew what he was looking at, or... they all thought that the words "calm" and "impulsive" shouldn't come out of his mouth.

  Xiao Feng tilted his head, stretched out his fingers and pressed them against San Ye's neck for a while. He then nodded and said: "En, not bad, he hasn't died yet. With half a month of rest, he'll be fine. However, he might never be able to eat peanuts again in this lifetime... No big deal, we don't serve them here anyway, do we? Hehe..." As he spoke, he walked along the corridor between the prison cells.

  Xiao Feng repeatedly warned himself that he must leave... just like taking a leisurely stroll in his own backyard.

  But in fact, he really can't be calm.

  Throughout the entire prison, from a distance, you could hear the sound of people swallowing their saliva.

  Not even a whistle was heard, because the vast majority of the criminals were so 'dazzled' by Xiao Feng's... that they stared blankly with their eyes wide open, unable to make a sound.

  Xiao Feng is really unlucky... 'thin' eyebrows and big eyes.

  His eyelashes are so long that they almost rival those of his own sister, and for this, Can Yue often sneaks up on him and plucks out his eyelashes while he's sleeping, purely out of jealousy.

  Very thin.

  The whole body doesn't have too much muscle, and the waistline is only 1.8 meters, but it still needs to be paired with a very round and tall one below.

  It is rare for men to have curves.

  Even her fingers were slender, and the joints of her fingers on the back of her hand were so white and tender that they couldn't see any wrinkles.

  A handsome face, like a simple sketch, uses the simplest lines to outline the most perfect curve, looking like it's just the second male lead from a girl's comic.

  The hair quality is even more fluffy and soft, emitting a fascinating luster.

  It's a guy who is even more beautiful than a woman, and yet such a weakling has ended up in this prison.

  Everyone thinks... this is simply here to give out benefits!

  At the end of the corridor is a bathroom.

  Dawn needs to undergo a final examination, wash cleanly, apply talcum powder, and change into 'new clothes' before entering the prison cell.

  He walked into the bathroom and began undressing with a carefree attitude.

  The prison guard behind him couldn't take it anymore, his face slightly red.

  Sorry to see, but can't help...can't stop watching.

  Heart racing, eyes wide open, staring at that tender shoulder with a hint of luster... even his own wife didn't have skin as good-looking as this.

  It's just that I don't know... what kind of feeling it would be to touch it once.

  The prison guard hastily shook his head, this idea... is very dangerous, no, no, can't be brainwashed by this 'demon'!

  "Damn it, she's a real witch!"

  As the sound of rushing water rose, the prison guard found... that his eyes couldn't move away, and out of the corner of his eye... he discovered that it had become much more lively here, with many guards walking over to stare at Xiaofeng's background in a daze.

  Even... there was a guy who secretly took out his mobile phone from his pants, just about to take a photo, when someone next to him slapped his hand.

  Just then he became alert and put it away.

  The prison guard who came in with the morning breeze smiled and seemed to have won a victory, 'looked down' at the prison guard next to him, then walked over, now... it's time for a body search.

  Checking this kind of thing on a regular basis is a pretty disgusting task for them, after all... it's indeed a pretty disgusting thing.

  But today is different, today... it's so spring-like!

  His hand trembled slightly as he reached out to touch it.

  It's as if I've gone back to the old days, like the first time with my own wife, still so innocent and excited that I almost fainted.

  The people behind finally have a reason to be jealous and resentful.

  "Loudly shouted: "No need to check! He is the elder brother of Guo Can Yue in the bureau, and he will definitely not have any problems. Moreover, the superiors have already issued a statement, asking us to take good care of him."

  The prison guards who examined his body would have liked to turn around and bite him to death!

  But also fortunate, I did not go down a path of no return...

  After wiping her body dry and putting on her clothes, Xiao Feng looked radiant with a warm glow, the exposed skin looking even more tender and delicate, like a freshly steamed bun.

  Although it didn't smell, everyone thought it was fragrant.

  The prison guard led him to his cell, and couldn't help but say along the way: "Hmph... I now understand why you had a single-person cell as soon as you arrived. If we were to throw you into a four-person or eight-person cell, it's likely... heh heh, that you wouldn't be able to sleep at all."

  All Xiao Feng could respond with was an awkward smile.

  What can he say?

  Two years? If you don't resist, I'm afraid you won't need to take a bath every day, and several layers of skin will be kissed off.

  Xiao Feng's room is very clean, with a bed and an indoor bathroom, even...with a shower.

  This is the 'superior' single room that appeared after the abolition of the labor reform policy.

  In a sense, this is a kind of 'maturity' for a country.

  Immature people would think that prisoners in prison are resources, labor resources, which can be filled into social construction at a very low cost.

  But in fact, they are not resources, but a tumor that has broken through the 'free economy'.

  Not an exaggeration.

  It's not just them, their entry will take away the rice bowls of ordinary workers, especially manual laborers and rural agricultural personnel.

  But... an exception.

  Extremely cheap and extremely efficient, this is the "enthusiasm" of labor reform personnel, after all, they have a supervisor holding real guns and live ammunition.

  Those who get them will have lower production costs and can naturally sell things cheaper, especially residential buildings.

  This is a factor that will cause market volatility.

  Maturity... what is true maturity?

  It's just that people with foresight see some resources, but they don't use them right away. Instead, they consider the consequences and whether the impact will be greater than the benefits.

  Splash!

  The iron gate was closed.

  The prisoners around were already resentful, wondering why Xiao Feng could stay in a single room, which was clearly a place that everyone yearned for but couldn't get into.

  He is new here, why can he?

  On the surface it's a matter of treatment, but in reality... it's because they can't get grapes.

  Two hours later, the prison guard walked over again and asked: "Uh...do you want me to bring your dinner over?"

  Xiao Feng smiled lightly and said, "No need, I'll go eat at the cafeteria."

  The warden said with embarrassment: "Officer Guo asked me to take care of you, but if you leave like this, I really... don't know if I can do it."

  The other party spoke ambiguously, but Xiaofeng naturally knew what he meant.

  Hehe smiled and said: "It's okay, I can't just stay in this room for the next two years, besides... even if that's the case, I need a very good reason.

  Cafeteria, like all cafeterias, neat tables, long benches, people lined up in front of the counter, each holding a tray and moving slowly forward, without any expectation.

  The arrival of Xiao Feng suddenly made the entire cafeteria lively and interesting.

  Everyone was discussing it, but no one dared to speak loudly, because this place did not allow too much noise.

  As for fighting? Provoking? That's absolutely impossible.

  Order, and only order, is maintained with a near-frenzied persistence.

  Just as Xiaofeng thought, the prison guard's worries were unnecessary.

  Lined up and had lunch.

  The gentle breeze blew against the lunch lady, who smiled very warmly.

  The old lady sighed and muttered: "What a poor child"

  She put an extra spoonful into Xiaofeng's bowl.

  Potatoes stewed with Chinese cabbage, the color is very pretty, very refreshing, the taste... even more refreshing.

  Two slightly yellowish steamed buns, probably over-proofed, but after all, purely alkaline steamed buns are also a rare thing.

  Xiao Feng found a seat and sat down, tore off a piece of steamed bun, dipped it in the soup, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

  He enjoys this feeling.

  A prisoner next to him leaned over, seeing Xiao Feng didn't notice him, he leaned in closer.

  He bowed his head and whispered in his ear: "Third Master wants to talk to you..."

  Xiao Feng was taken aback and asked in confusion: "Third Master? What Third Master?"

  The prisoner pointed in one direction.

  The dawn wind blew in the direction and saw a big-headed, round-waisted fat man sitting not far away, staring at him with fiery eyes.

  On his arm was also a tattoo of a blue dragon, very...very abstract.

  Obviously, the tattoo craftsmanship is not very good.

  As the dawn wind blew over, San Ye still shook his chest muscles a bit, swaying back and forth, the only shortcoming... was that his belly was a perfect circle, just like being seven months pregnant.

  Xiao Feng smiled and stood up, then walked towards San Ye.

  San Ye got excited, first looking at a guard standing on the edge of the cafeteria, then kicking away the person next to him with one foot, wiping his hands on the stool twice, waiting for Xiao Feng to pass by.

  It's just like running into a celebrity at a nightclub.

  Xiao Feng didn't sit down, but stood behind him, smiling and asked: "Are you San Ye?"

  Third Master laughed and nodded his head, pointing at Xiaofeng and saying: "Hmmm, you're quite right!"

  Xiao Feng continued to smile and said seriously, "Alright, Third Master, I think... there might be some misunderstanding between us. As for me, I believe all misunderstandings can be resolved through communication, so I came here. And I also want to ask you first, what do you plan to do with me?"

  The three old men smiled with curved eyebrows, drooling and said: "Hmm, not bad, the voice is so good! What do I want to do to you? Hehehe, first time... it will hurt a bit, but don't worry, I'll take good care of you! As long as you follow me, no one in this prison will dare to touch you again, understand?"

  Xiao Feng shook his head and said, "I don't quite understand."

  Third Master said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. Now you don't understand, but one day you will. However, the process of understanding is a bit painful. Since you've come this far yourself... I'll wait for you at the corner of the wall during recess!"

  Xiao Feng furrowed his brow and curiously asked: "The process... was it very painful? What exactly is it?"

  Third Master's smile gradually disappeared, saying: "Every place has its own rules, and this place naturally has its own rules. Newcomers need to be beaten once, everyone gets three punches and two kicks, can't hold on? No problem, you can shout out loud, and then every day's food will automatically set aside some, the comfort goods sent by family members will also be contributed, like you... hehehe, these are not needed, just lie down honestly and it'll be fine!"

  Suddenly enlightened, he let out a sound of comprehension and asked: "What if it's really like that?"

  Third Master said: "Are you sure? Haha, the road is hard for tough guys. After receiving these 300 ruthless blows, even a tough guy would become a soft-shelled shrimp. I advise you not to do it, your small body won't be able to handle it, and if something goes wrong, it will be difficult to explain to the prison guards."

  Xiao Feng nodded and sighed, saying: "This rule... really hasn't changed in thousands of years, but I don't know if Third Master made it through when he came in."

  Third Master was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing and said: "What's with the 'please'? No need, this is the rule I set, you see how awesome Third Master is? You follow me and even if we're here, you can eat... Pfft!~"

  Just said one word.

  Third Master couldn't say the following words anymore.

  Because something was stuffed into the mouth that was about to speak.

  And... it's still the sturdiest table.

  The whole mouth came into close contact with the edge of the table, half of the teeth fell out, the mouth was torn open, and the entire lower jaw got stuck on the table. For a while, it couldn't be pulled down!

  And it was all caused by a small hand that looked delicate.

  One hand slapped his temple, and the other hand knocked on his back heart.

  There is a "big tendon" there. The strength of the neck comes from there, and if it is hit, the neck will not be able to exert its strength and look good.

  The temples were heavily hit, and I was even more dizzy.

  The hand was slapped directly onto the table, splashing blood everywhere.

  As for the owner of the small hand... it was naturally Xiaofeng.

  He pulled the bald head up with both hands again, and then "bang" once more, colliding with the corner of the table.

  Throughout the entire process, he didn't even bat an eyelid or change his breathing once.

  It's as if putting a mouthful of rice into one's own mouth, easy and effortless like eating and drinking.

  A fight broke out!

  The prison guard suddenly pulled out his baton and quickly ran over, dispersing the crowd, surrounding Xiaofeng and San Ye in the middle, just about to subdue Xiaofeng.

  Xiao Feng shook his head, stood up straight, adjusted his collar, and smiled at the prison guards.

  "And said: 'Everyone calm down, must be calm, don't be impulsive, let me take a look first'"

  Nobody knew what he was looking at, or... they all thought that the words "calm" and "impulsive" shouldn't come out of his mouth.

  Xiao Feng tilted his head, stretched out his finger, and pressed it against San Ye's neck for a while. He nodded and said, "En, not bad, he hasn't died yet. With half a month of rest, he'll be fine. However, he might never be able to eat peanuts again in this lifetime... No big deal, we don't serve them here anyway, do we? Hehe..." As he spoke, he walked along the corridor between the prison cells.

  Xiao Feng repeatedly warned himself that he must leave... just like taking a leisurely stroll in his own backyard.

  But in fact, he really can't be calm and composed.

  Throughout the entire prison, from a distance, you could hear the sound of people swallowing their saliva.

  Not even a whistle was heard, because the vast majority of the criminals were so 'dazzled' by Xiao Feng's... that they stared blankly with their eyes wide open, unable to make a sound.

  Xiao Feng is really unlucky... 'thin' eyebrows and big eyes.

  His eyelashes are so long that they almost rival those of his own sister, and for this, Can Yue often sneaks up on him and plucks out his eyelashes while he's sleeping, purely out of jealousy.

  Very thin.

  The whole body doesn't have too much muscle, and the waistline is only 1.8 meters, but it still needs to be paired with a very round and tall one below.

  It is rare for men to have curves.

  Even her fingers were slender, and the joints of her fingers on the back of her hand were so fair and delicate that they couldn't be seen.

  A handsome face, like a simple sketch, uses the simplest lines to outline the most perfect curve, looking like it's just the second male lead from a girl's comic book.

  The hair quality is even more fluffy and soft, emitting a fascinating luster.

  It's a guy who is even more beautiful than a woman, and yet such a weakling has ended up in this prison.

  Everyone thinks... this is simply here to give out benefits!

  At the end of the corridor is a bathroom.

  Dawn needs to undergo a final inspection, wash clean, sprinkle talcum powder, and change into 'new clothes' before entering the prison cell.

  He walked into the bathroom and began undressing with a carefree attitude.

  The prison guard behind him couldn't take it anymore, his face turned slightly red.

  Sorry to see, but can't help...can't stop watching.

  Heart racing, eyes wide open, staring at that tender shoulder with a hint of luster... even his own wife didn't have such good skin.

  It's just that I don't know... what kind of feeling it would be to touch it.

  The prison guard hastily shook his head, this idea... is very dangerous, no, no, can't be brainwashed by this 'demon'!

  "Damn it, what a freak!"

  As the sound of rushing water started, the prison guard found... that his eyes couldn't move away, and out of the corner of his eye... he discovered that it had become much more lively here, with many guards walking over to stare at Xiaofeng's background in a daze.

  Even... there was a guy who secretly took out his mobile phone from his pants, just about to take a photo, when someone next to him slapped his hand.

  Just then he became alert and put it away.

  The prison guard who came in with the morning breeze smiled and seemed to have won a victory, 'looked down' at the prison guard next to him, then walked over, now... it's time for a body search.

  Checking this kind of thing on a regular basis is a pretty disgusting task for them, after all... it's indeed a pretty disgusting thing.

  But today is different, today... it's so spring-like!

  His hand trembled slightly as he reached out to touch it.

  It's as if I've gone back to the old days, like the first time with my own wife, still so innocent and excited that I almost fainted.

  The people behind finally have a reason to be jealous and resentful.

  "Loudly shouted: "No need to check the full text! He is Guo Canyue's brother in the bureau, definitely nothing will happen, and the top has already sent a message, asking us to take care of him more."

  The prison guards who examined his body would have liked to turn around and bite him to death!

  But also fortunate, I did not go down a path of no return...

  After wiping her body dry and putting on her clothes, Xiao Feng looked radiant with a warm glow, the exposed skin looking even more tender, like a freshly steamed bun.

  Although it didn't smell, everyone thought it was fragrant.

  The prison guard led him to his cell, and couldn't help but say along the way: "Hmph... I now understand why you had a single-person cell as soon as you arrived. If we were to throw you into a four-person or eight-person cell, it's likely that... heh heh, you wouldn't be able to sleep at all."

  All Xiao Feng could respond with was an awkward smile.

  What can he say?

  Two years? If you don't resist, I'm afraid you won't need to take a bath every day, and several layers of skin will be kissed off.

  Xiao Feng's room is very clean, with a bed and an indoor bathroom, even...with a shower.

  This is the 'super-class' single room that appeared after the cancellation of the labor reform policy.

  In a sense, this is a kind of 'maturity' for a country.

  Immature people would think that prisoners in prison are resources, labor resources, which can be filled into social construction at a very low cost.

  But in fact, they are not resources, but a tumor that has broken through the 'free economy'.

  Not an exaggeration.

  It's not just them, their entry will snatch the rice bowls of ordinary workers, especially manual laborers and rural migrant workers.

  But... an exception.

  Extremely cheap and extremely efficient, this is the "enthusiasm" of labor reform personnel, after all, they have a supervisor holding real guns and live ammunition.

  Those who get them will have lower production costs and can naturally sell things cheaper, especially houses.

  This is a factor that will cause market volatility.

  Maturity... what is true maturity?

  It's just that people with foresight see some resources, but they don't use them right away. Instead, they consider the consequences and whether the impact will be greater than the benefits.

  Splash!

  The iron gate was closed.

  The prisoners around were already resentful, wondering why Xiao Feng could stay in a single room, which was clearly a place that everyone yearned for but couldn't get into.

  He is new here, why can he?

  On the surface it's a matter of treatment, but in reality... it's because you can't eat grapes.

  Two hours later, the prison guard walked over again and asked: "Uh...do you want me to bring your dinner over?"

  Xiao Feng smiled lightly and said, "No need, I'll go eat in the cafeteria."

  The warden said with embarrassment: "Officer Guo asked me to take care of you, but if you leave like this, I really... don't know if I can do it."

  The other party spoke ambiguously, but Xiaofeng naturally knew what he meant.

  Hehe smiled and said: "It's okay, I can't just stay in this room for the next two years, besides... even if that's the case, I need a very good reason.

  The cafeteria, like all cafeterias, had neat tables, long benches, and a crowd of people lined up in front of the counter, each holding a tray and moving slowly forward, without any expectation of anything good to look at.

  The arrival of Xiao Feng suddenly made the entire cafeteria lively.

  Everyone was discussing it, but no one dared to speak loudly, because this place did not allow too much noise.

  As for fighting? Provoking? That's absolutely impossible.

  Order, and only order, is maintained with a near-frenzied persistence.

  Just as Xiaofeng thought, the prison guard's worries were all unnecessary.

  Lined up and had lunch.

  The gentle breeze blew against the lunch lady, who smiled very warmly.

  The old lady sighed and muttered: "What a poor child"

  She put an extra spoonful into Xiaofeng's bowl.

  Potatoes stewed with Chinese cabbage, the color is very pretty, very refreshing, the taste... even more refreshing.

  Two slightly yellowish steamed buns, probably over-proofed, but after all, purely alkaline steamed buns are also a rare thing.

  Xiao Feng found a seat and sat down, tore off a piece of steamed bun, dipped it in the soup, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

  He enjoyed this feeling.

  A prisoner next to him leaned over, seeing Xiao Feng didn't notice him, he leaned in closer.

  He bowed his head and whispered in his ear: "Third Master wants to talk to you..."

  Xiao Feng was taken aback and asked in confusion: "Third Master? What Third Master?"

  The prisoner pointed in one direction and looked good.

  The dawn wind blew in his direction and he saw a big-headed, round-waisted fat man sitting not far away, staring at him with fiery eyes.

  On his arm was also a tattoo of a blue dragon, very...very abstract.

  The tattoo craftsmanship is apparently not very good.

  As the dawn wind blew over, San Ye still shook his chest muscles a bit, swaying back and forth, the only shortcoming... was that his belly was a perfect circle, just like being seven months pregnant.

  Xiao Feng smiled and stood up, then walked towards San Ye.

  San Ye got excited, first looking at a guard standing on the edge of the cafeteria, then kicking away the person next to him, wiping his hands on the stool twice, waiting for Xiao Feng to pass by.

  It's just like running into a celebrity at a nightclub.

  Xiao Feng didn't sit down, but stood behind him, smiling and asked: "Are you San Ye?"

  Third Master Ha Ha smiled and nodded, pointing at Xiao Feng and said: "Hmmm, you're quite good!"

  Xiao Feng continued to smile and said seriously, "Alright, Third Master, I think... there might be some misunderstanding between us. As for me, I believe all misunderstandings can be resolved through communication, so I came here. And I also want to ask you first, what do you plan to do with me?"

  The three uncles smiled with curved eyebrows, drooling and said: "Hmm, not bad, the voice is so good! What do I want to do to you? Hehehe, first time... it will hurt a bit, but don't worry, I'll take good care of you! As long as you follow me, no one in this prison will dare to touch you again, understand?"

  Xiao Feng shook his head and said, "I don't quite understand."

  Third Master said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. Now you don't understand, but one day you will. However, the process of understanding is a bit painful. Since you've come this far yourself... I'll wait for you at the corner of the wall during recess, okay?"

  Xiao Feng furrowed his brow and curiously asked: "The process... was it very painful? What exactly is it?"

  Third Master's smile gradually disappeared, saying: "Every place has its own rules, and this place naturally has its own rules. Newcomers need to be beaten once, everyone gets three punches and two kicks, can't hold on? No problem, you can shout out loud, and then every day's food will automatically set aside some, the comfort goods sent by family members will also be contributed, like you... Hehehe, these are not needed, just lie down honestly!"

  Suddenly enlightened, he let out an "oh" and asked: "What if it's a draw?"

  Third Master said: "Are you sure? Haha, the Taoist on the road is a tough guy. After receiving these 300 killing rods, he has become a soft-shelled shrimp. I advise you not to do it. Your small body will cause trouble and lead to loss of life, which is not good for those prison guards either."

  Xiao Feng nodded and sighed, saying: "This rule... really hasn't changed in thousands of years, but I don't know if Third Master made it through when he came in."

  Third Master was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing and said: "What's with the 'pretty good'? No need, this is the rule I set, you see how awesome Third Master is? You follow me and even if we're here, you can still eat... Pfft!"

  Just said one word.

  Third Master couldn't say the following words anymore.

  Because something was stuffed into the mouth of the speaker.

  And... it's still the sturdiest table.

  The whole mouth came into close contact with the edge of the table, half of the teeth fell out, the mouth was torn open, and the entire chin got stuck on the table. For a while, it couldn't be pulled down, looking quite good!

  And it was all caused by a small hand that looked delicate.

  One hand slapped his temple, and the other hand tapped him on the back of the heart.

  There is a "big tendon" there. The strength of the neck comes from there. If it's hit, the neck will lose its strength.

  The temples were struck heavily, and he was even more dizzy.

  The hand was slapped directly onto the table, splashing blood everywhere.

  As for the owner of the small hand... it was naturally Xiaofeng.

  He pulled the bald head up with both hands again, and then "bang" once more, colliding with the corner of the table.

  Throughout the entire process, he didn't even bat an eyelid or change his breathing once.

  It's as if putting a mouthful of rice into one's own mouth, easy and effortless like eating and drinking.

  It's a fight!

  The prison guard suddenly pulled out his baton and quickly ran over, dispersing the crowd, surrounding Xiaofeng and San Ye in the middle, just about to subdue Xiaofeng.

  Xiao Feng shook his head, stood up straight, adjusted his collar, and smiled at the prison guards.

  "And said: 'Everyone calm down, must be calm, don't be impulsive, let me take a look first'"

  Nobody knew what he was looking at, or... they all thought that the words "calm" and "impulsive" shouldn't come out of his mouth.

  Xiao Feng tilted his head, stretched out his fingers, and pressed on San Ye's neck for a while. He then nodded and said, "En, not bad, he hasn't died yet. With half a month of rest, he'll be fine. However, he might never be able to eat peanuts again in this lifetime... No big deal, we don't serve them here anyway, do we? Hehe."